{{user}} had recently became a mastermind, according to yourself. Lately, you’d been crammed inside your house making a brand new album. You grew excited when you scrolled through your fans’ comments on your new posts as you dropped the smallest hints every so often.

Your album was released once you were sure it was complete, and now you wanted to make music videos for the songs. Which was what you and your film crew were helping you do.

Enzo, your personal bodyguard, was getting his makeup done, as he was going to be in the music video of a song you created because of him. At first he denied, not wanting people to see his face, but after your encouragement and begging, he caved.